It was rather incredible, Erskine distantly reflected, how his feelings towards Skulduggery at any given moment could be so greatly ambivalent - and yet, the only emotion he felt when he heard that Skulduggery could be a prime target for Lucifer was anger, born out of a fierce protectiveness.
Skulduggery didn't deserve Hell, no matter what he thought. That much was unshakeable fact. Erskine wasn't going to let that happen.
And Gabe had a point. If all of the Dead Men took on a burden together in order to help one of their number out, that burden would just... cease to exist. It wouldn't be quite so easy anymore, without Rover and especially Descry - a man used to taking on others' burdens, and who had always suspected about Vile from the beginning - but it would still be something. And if the Archangel claimed it would be stronger than an angel's strength alone, Erskine was in absolutely no position to argue.
But while Dexter leaped right in without a second thought, Erskine couldn't bring himself to do the same just yet. "Soul-leashes?" he asked. "What does that entail, exactly? And how would it work?"
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Skulduggery didn't deserve Hell, no matter what he thought. That much was unshakeable fact. Erskine wasn't going to let that happen.
And Gabe had a point. If all of the Dead Men took on a burden together in order to help one of their number out, that burden would just... cease to exist. It wouldn't be quite so easy anymore, without Rover and especially Descry - a man used to taking on others' burdens, and who had always suspected about Vile from the beginning - but it would still be something. And if the Archangel claimed it would be stronger than an angel's strength alone, Erskine was in absolutely no position to argue.
But while Dexter leaped right in without a second thought, Erskine couldn't bring himself to do the same just yet. "Soul-leashes?" he asked. "What does that entail, exactly? And how would it work?"